Crooked Corks
written by: Mickey Mason
@mickeymason19
You make me want to fall for it.
Make me go blind.
Take away my breath, keep it.
You’re a star, we align.
You make me want to fall for it.
Without knowing how far.
It is to the bottom.
Take a shot, you’re a star.
You make me wanna chase you.
Like you have a four tails.
You make me feel loose.
As twelve cups of ale.
You make me want to fall for it.
Forever and a day.
But all the drinks are gone.
Another morning betray.
I write a blog and dabble in poetry but mainly working on fantasy novel.
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